Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
His hands squeeze the basin and I yank off both boots and socks before standing back to my full height and pulling him beneath the scalding hot shower. I leave him to stand beneath the water as I squirt soap into my hand and rub it over his chest. Over the tattoos—one for each one—and over the others I’m familiar with.
“Why?” The word is delicate as it leaves his lips.
“Why what?” I whisper, bringing my palm to his cheek and rubbing off the excess blood.
“Why do I always find myself back to you?”
I scrub the final mark off his lip. “Because even in your darkest moments, you know you can.”
He chuckles, and I look up into his eyes to find his pupils back to normal. Stepping into my body, his hands come to my ass at the same time his lips are on mine. He flips me around until I’m beneath the water, and I sigh when the hot droplets slip over my body. “How am I going to live without you?”
I press my forehead to his, rolling my hips over the tip of his dick and slowly sliding down his length. “You won’t ever find out.”
He growls gently over the side of my throat as I take him all in. “Ah, if only that was true, Tigger.” He thrusts into me hard but slow, pushing me farther up the wet tiled wall. His lips rest back onto mine as he continues the motion, sucking my tongue into his mouth and licking the rim of my lip. His hand is on my throat, but not enough to break me the way he likes to, more with reassurance that he could if he wanted to. His other hand leaves my ass cheek and comes to my nipple, twisting it hard between his fingers as he snaps down on my bottom lip so hard blood touches my tongue. “I’m a bad man.”
He pushes harder, so hard that I feel him collide with the beginning of my ovaries. “I know.”
He curls into my neck and sinks his teeth right over my vein. “But you love me anyway…” It’s so low I almost miss it and my heart drops to the floor. Because I do. I love him with all that exists within me. I’ve known that all my life, but this is the first time that it has been mentioned between us out loud.
His lips continue to rub against my damp neck and my body tingles. It’s like the words he uses get me drunk, and I don’t realize until it’s too late.
Two words. “I do.”
His arm slips behind my back, and he crushes me tight against his chest as he lunges deeper inside of me. Flipping around, he moves us out of the shower and places me on top of the basin, widening my legs. I lean against the large mirror behind me, placing one foot on the tub and leaving the other open.
He glides the tip of his finger down past my navel, stopping at my clit. I suck in a deep breath when he applies just enough pressure to make me convulse. “Promise me something.”
“Anything.” At this point…
He dips his finger down farther and circles my entrance. “You won’t let anyone come near you, even when I’m not.”
“Keat—”
“—answer me, Cartier.”
I glare at him, scratching the counter to stop myself from forcing him back inside of me. “We already had this conversation!”
He shakes his head while bringing that same finger to his mouth, his tongue lapping around the trunk as he sucks me off. “Nah, I need clarification.”
“Yes!” It isn’t a lie. If it’s not Keaton, it’s no one. I already know that. I’m too far deep to deny it, and I’m not stupid. I know how I feel about him and how my body and heart respond to him.
“Good.”
“Why!”
He leans down and curls his tongue around one nipple, and then the other, sending warmth straight to my core, before licking his way down to my pussy. Yanking my ass off the counter, he licks me once. “Because I haven’t turned off my switch, and I don’t want to hurt you.” He smirks up at me from below, and I fight myself to not roll my eyes. He is a dangerous man to everyone—everyone but me. It’s not romantic, it’s just the way it has always been. Before I can protest, he covers me with his mouth, and my hand flies to his hair to hold him in place. Licking circles around my clit, my chest rises and falls as I feel myself slowly building up that familiar euphoric tension that so famously explodes any time he’s around. Higher and higher, my heart rate skips beats as it tries to catch up with the build between my legs. Finally, he presses his tongue fully against my clit and forces it there as he moves his head up and down in a riding motion and I shatter all around him like a crack of lightning on a stormy night. My body jerks and shudders as the orgasm slowly subsides and he stands to his full height. His eyes search mine, dark against blue as he brings his finger to my cheek, running it down the same way a tear would drop. “I’m sorry.”